*Fleur zooms in on the lone fantasy style tiara. Gold, leafy, and full of real diamonds.*

'ello very nice American shop owner. Please may we see that? *She helpfully waves her wad of twenties to move things along.*

*The shopper owner laughs at the both of them. When Fleur finally manages to get the tiara settled on her head properly...she just looks up at Bill with wide eyes.*

Please?